Virgin And Pregnant
นักเขียน:© WebNovel
บท 1: 01- What¿!!
"Anita!!!" My mom yells from the living room. She sounds angry.
What now¿ I roll my eyes before responding in a blank tone "Coming, mom"
"What the fuck is this?" She holds up a sheet paper and a white envelope squeezed tightly in her hand
Oh shit! This is worse than I thought...she's super angry
Her veins look like they're about to pop out
I ransack my brain for what sheet of paper could get her this mad but all I come up with is...school results but that can't be it.
School results don't get out till like next week and she's never been that mad about my results.
"Anita, this morning I asked you a question" I nod frantically Cross your fingers and hope for the best "As a mother to her daughter"
I stare at her, making sure to keep my expression void of any emotion
So, let's fill in the blanks shall we¿
Mom asked me a question about 3 hours ago...she asked if I was pregnant which I'm not so I told her exactly that
But she wanted proof so she took me to a crappy hospital to get a test done
My eyebrows shoot up and my eyes widen as the realization hit me like a huge wave.
She's holding my pregnancy test result.
But wait, that can't be it either. We got back from the hospital about an hour ago. Pregnancy tests don't get out that fast, it can't have gotten here so soon.
"And you fucking lied to me" she spat out harshly and I flinched at the sound of it
"No" I mutter but it came out a hushed whisper
"Shut the fuck up, you stupid little brat" I gasped at the harsh sound of her words. It's not rare for her to say these kind if things but somehow it still hurts.
Take a deep breath and speak, Anita
"Did you lie to me?" She yelled again before I even got the chance to speak and I just shook my head 'no'
"You fucking told me you weren't pregnant. You lied to my fucking face" she yelled and took a step toward me.
So, I took a step back.
She tosses the piece of paper my way and I move to catch it.
Looking at the words in the paper, my eyes widen
"Care to explain?" I hear my mom's harsh voice say
"No, this is wrong, I'm not pregnant" I raise up the piece of paper that confirms mom's suspicion of me being pregnant
"Right, of course" she spits out in disgust, sarcasm dripping from her tone
"There must have been a mix up...maybe they mixed up my sample with someone else's, I'm not pregnant" I try to convince her
"Come on, you're still gonna keep lying? You disgusting slutty tramp" she moves towards me and raises her hand and I think she's going to hit me but she doesn't.
"I take you in, took care of you for years and this is what you pay me back with?"she looks at me with disgust but that's not new to me anymore.
I scoff "took care of me?" It comes out quite low and I hope she didn't hear it.
"When Marshall brought you in, you looked like shit, you couldn't even speak, could do absolutely nothing" my eyebrows shoot up.
What is she saying?
"I accepted you into my home and what do I get in return?" she spat out in disgust and I felt my heart clench.
"No, that's not true" I mutter, trying to convince myself more than her.
So, that's why she hates me so much. I'm not her daughter. She's not my mother
"You were so useless, but he loved you, he loved you even more than our own son and that's why I hate you, I hate you because you took a father's love for his child"
"I didn't take anything from anyone" I sob
"Shut the fuck up" she yelled " you robbed my son of his father's affection with your perfect grades and goody-two-shoes attitude even as a god damn mute"
"I didn't rob anybody of anything. Dad loved Colton just as much as he loved me"
"You were such a show off, you did everything right and made my boy look like a looser when in fact you are the real looser" she hisses at me.
That's why she hates me so much, she thinks I robbed Colton of Dad's attention
And that's why Colton hates me too.
Dad is not even my father.
"You want to ruin the good reputation my husband worked hard all his life to earn" she yells again.
That hurt a lot, it shouldn't but it did
"You have brought shame upon this family"
No, make it stop
It hurts so much, I felt my heart break into tiny pieces.
"No, that's not true" I mutter, trying to convince myself more than her.
"You're a disgrace" she hisses and that's my undoing
"No, no I'm not and I'm glad I'm not your daughter" I hiss at her "I'm glad I'm not the daughter of such a bitter and cruel b***h"
She stares at me with her mouth opened wide, her eyebrows shot up and her eyes showing absolute shock.
Didn't think I had it me, did you? I internally smirk.
But I'm not quite done with her.
"You know what your problem is?" I ask but continue without giving her time to answer "you lived with anger which became hate which became bitterness...you'll forever remain bitter and live with guilt"
My voice is now low, too low as I say "the guilt of treating a small helpless child the way you have just because she's not your child"
She still staring quietly at me. I take a step back, away from her.
"You'll never find peace" is my last statement as I sprint towards the kitchen and out the back door.
"Dad" I call as tears spring into my eyes "Dad, why?"
I fall to the ground at the root of the tree my dad is buried under.
"You said if I do good things, I'll get good things in return" I cry "why is this happening to me?"
"You're not even my real dad" I snort "but that doesn't matter"
I wipe my face with the back of my hand now sitting on my knees.
"It hurt to hear that, you know? I wish you would have told me yourself" I sniffle "I couldn't care less about mom and Colton, when were they ever family to me anyway"
"But you know, it doesn't matter, family isn't just blood bond, it's the bond of love"
"It's not whether I have your blood or not, it's the love between us, the way you cared for me, all the hugs, all the bedtime stories, all the kisses, all the times you defended me"
"I just wish you had stayed longer to enjoy the fruit of your labour"
"I'll make you proud, dad, I promise" I lay on the grass
The beautiful flowers raining down on me.
Feeling calmer, I think of all the good memories I have of my dad.
A genuine smile appears on my face as I drift off to sweet, calm sleep.
ของขวัญ
-- ได้รับของขวัญแล้ว สถานะพลังงานรายสัปดาห์
-- การจัดอันดับด้วยพลัง 
-- หินพลัง